Ripples
Hardly make a sound
Ripples on the surface
Of my mind splash and resurface
Once again reminded
Cut loose, then almost blinded.
Is it just a crazy race?
In another time and place
Or an oar dipped in the lake
That’s all that it would take.
Zephyrs of a wispy wind
Drafts that kissed the shore
Something someone did or said
That lasts forevermore.
Or is it just a fleeting thought?
We shopped and never bought
Or some more of the daily bread
Something left unsaid.
Contradictions radiate
Like ripples on the lake
And softly lap the thirsty shore
Hit the shore and hesitate.
A ripples a sign of a moment in time
Before the time that we met
A distant bell’s ghostly chime
Part of the safety net.
Ripples softly circle round
A treasure sought, then found
In the swirl of a pearl
It makes, hardly a sound.
Salient signals radiate
Washed up upon the shore
Replaced by something new that
We’ve never felt, before.
© David Rudder
29th May 2021
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